Holy Georgina

Holy Georgina Mother of Regina Pray for me in this sanctified arena That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus How do I stop your wind and take a breather? Maybe it was I that summoned the phoenix From the ashes, Granted! I must have conjured your sleeping affection And swung you to the realm of suffocating emotion, Granted! I must have tilled your wanting dry soil And sailed you to wonderland with my toil, Granted! Yet, have I not evinced a crystal clear intention, Through my dodging and parrying of your ignition, That I defy your indiscriminate lucre demand Or must I be blunt and outrageously spit out my reprimand? In the morn… You caressed me with a Circe-like embrace That I might part with reason and pay your price But I parried and escaped your cage. In the noon… You kissed my lips with the hips of the Sirens That I might lose myself to your voyage as Odysseus But I parried and escape your cage. In the dead of the night… You romanced my sleep as the trespassing succubus That I might get scavenged by your nocturnal octopus But I parried and escaped your cage. Maybe… My dangling diggy and the twin pendulum Together with their fastening frenulum That has rested in passivity for half a decade Is the ultimate solace you seek in-between your bushy barricade That you might rear a seed in my frenzied façade While I reduce myself to a lifetime of regretful escapade. Holy Georgina. Mother of Regina Pray for me in this sanctified arena That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina. Bolaji Ramos copyright 2017